- We're here in Victory Lane awaiting the race results.
McQueen, that was quite a risky move, not taking tires.
- Tell me about it.
- Are you sorry you didn't have a crew chief out there?
(crew scoffing) - (chuckles) Oh, Kori.
There's a lot more to racing than just winning.
I mean, taking the race by a full lap?
Where's the entertainment in that?
No, no, I wanted to give the folks a little sizzle.
- Sizzle?
- Am I sorry I don't have a crew chief? No, I'm not.
'Cause I'm a one-man show.
- What? Oh, yeah, right.
- That was a very confident Lightning McQueen.
Coming to you live from Victory Lane, I'm Kori Turbowitz.
- [Cameraman] Hey, get outta the shot!
- Yo, Chuck!
Chuck, what're you doing?
You're blocking the camera!
Everyone wants to see the bolt.
- What?! - Now back away.
- Ah, that's it! (metal clanking)
Come on, guys.
- No, whoa, team!
Where you going?
- We quit, Mr. One-Man Show!
- Oh, oh, oh, okay, leave, fine.
How will I ever find anyone else
who knows how to fill me up with gas?
(reporters laughing) Adios, Chuck.
- [Crew] And my name is not Chuck!
- Oh, whatever. (reporters laughing)
- [Sally] (gasps) Customers?
- Customers, everybody!
And a lot of 'em!
You know what to do, just like we rehearsed!
(spotlight booms) (all gasp)
- It's the Ghost-Light.
(plane roaring) - We have found McQueen.
We have found McQueen. (helicopter blades whirring)
(reporters clamoring) - McQueen, over here.
(camera shutters snapping) - Uh, wait, excuse me.
- Is it true you've been in rehab?
- Did you have a nervous breakdown, McQueen?
- I'm sorry, what?
- [Reporter] McQueen's wearing whitewalls!
- Stickers! McQueen!
- [Reporter] Was Lightning McQueen your prisoner?
- Shoot, no, we're best buds.
I ain't braggin' or nothin',
but I was in charge of huntin' him down
if he tried to escape.
- Sally. Sally.
- McQueen, will you still race for the Piston Cup?
- Stickers? (reporters clamoring)
- Sally. (Mack honking)
- You're here!
Thank the manufacturer, you're alive!
(camera shutters snapping) - Mack?
- [Mack] You're here. I can't believe it.
Oh, oh...
- And now, our last competitor:
Number 95, Lightning McQueen!
(crowd cheering) (engines revving)
- Ka-chow!
Thank you so much for having us, Sir Axlerod.
I really look forward to racing.
This is a great opportunity.
- Oh, the pleasure is all ours, Lightning.
You and your team bring excellence
and professionalism to this competition.
(Mater screaming) (crowd gasping)
- Somebody get me water!
(water splashing) Oh, sweet relief.
Sweet relief. (Mater gobbling)
(engines revving softly)
(crowd laughing lightly)
(mic squeals) Whatever you do,
do not eat
the free pistachio ice cream.
It has turned. (voice echoing)
- Sir Axlerod, I can explain.
This is Mater. He's...
- No, I know him.
This is the bloke that called into the television show.
You're the one I have to thank.
- No, thank you.
This trip's been amazing.
- Ah. (oil trickling)
He's a little excited, isn't he?
- Mater!
- But wait, I...
Oh, shoot.
- Mater. (engines revving)
- Has anyone got a towel?
- Mater, you have to get a hold of yourself.
You're making a scene.
- But I never leak oil.
Never.
- Go take care of yourself right now.
♪ We got to run that race, hey, hey, hey ♪
- Lightning, how do you keep your focus,
racing against Bobby and Cal?
- I mean, I think the key is, we respect each other.
These guys are real class acts.
(foam squelching)
- [Bobby] Congratulations, cupcake! (cackles)
- (spits) Oh, they are gonna pay.
(fast-paced rock music) (engines revving)
- Whoo! - Go, go, Dinoco!
- Great win today, Cal.
- Thank you, Shannon.
It was a straight move towards our...
(wheels squeaking) Hey, hey!
(crew laughing) Guido.
- Pit stop.
- Ha, ha. Laugh it up.
Real funny. (wheels squeaking)
(wheels wheezing)
- Jackson Storm, right?
Great race today.
- Wow. Thank you, Mr. McQueen.
You have no idea what a pleasure it is
for me to finally beat you.
- Oh, thanks.
Wait. (laughs)
Hang on, did you say "meet" or "beat"?
- I think you heard me.
- Uh, what? - McQueen, over here!
- [Reporter] Storm, can we get some pictures?
- Yeah, yeah. Come on, let's get a picture.
You know what?
Get a ton of pictures, because Champ here
has been a role model of mine
for years now.
And I mean a lot of years.
Right?
(engines purring) I love this guy.
(reporters clamoring) (slick techno music)
I think I touched a nerve.
- Piston Cup winner Chick Hicks here
with the racer taking the circuit by storm,
Jackson Storm!
Another easy win over ol' Ka-chow,
or should I say, Caboose?
'Cause he's always in the back, am I right?
- No, no, no, Chick.
McQueen is a crafty veteran champ.
He's the elder statesman of the sport, y'know?
Takes everything I got to beat him.
- Oh, you gotta be kidding me. (reporters clamoring)
- What changes are you gonna make
to get McQueen back on top? (Lightning stammering)
- [Reporter] Will McQueen try new training methods?
- [Reporter] Is he prepared to retire?
- Look, look, guys, let's not overreact.
It's just a slump.
We'll get 'em next week, okay?
That's enough. No comment.
- Not even about Cal Weathers retiring?
- Wait, what?
- Cal Weathers.
He's hanging up his Lightyears.
(sad gentle music) - No.
No comment on that either.
- Cruz, over here. - How does it feel?
- [Reporter] How does it feel beating Jackson Storm?
- [Reporter] Take us through.
(gentle bittersweet music) - It was great! Uh...
- Kid's got a lotta stuff,
hey, Doc?
- Well, she had a great teacher.
(cheerful music)